Three days later, in the hotel.

The old man's figure appeared out of thin air, scaring the five people.

How is it? Is the information ready? I will start recording it when I am ready.

The five people looked at each other, and Li Wuya shook his head.

The old man thought about it, then slowly came to the bed and sat down.

I will give you two hours to prepare. The time is up. If you don’t think of it, you will be disqualified from joining.

The five nodded.

Half an hour later, the five people discussed and came to the old man together.

We have discussed it.

The old man grinned and didn't know where to take out a form.

Asked according to the above question.

team leader.

Li Wuya.

The old man's eyes flashed, a hint of surprise and fear, and then he filled in his name on the form.

The others in this team couldn't see it, but when he reached his level, he could see that the one with the greatest strength potential in the team was Li Wuya.

Vice Captain.

The old man suppressed his questions and continued to fill out the form.

Xu Zhulin.

The old man nodded slightly.

The main combat power in the team.

Cold green pine, wind and rain.

Side attacks in the team assist in combat.

Privately detained building.

Predict the enemy's initiative and command the battle.

Xu Zhulin.

Summary of knowledge, task collection, energy explosion, accident, etc.

Li Wuya manages.

The old man nodded.

Team name.

Against the way.

The old man's mouth was adjusted to a curve and simply wrote the name in the name column.

Are there any equipment you need to produce? You personally need it now.

Li Wuya nodded.

There is this one, I need a sword of good quality.

There is no requirement for anything else, mainly fast.

The old man wrote it down on paper.

Then he raised his head and said.

Next.

Xu Zhulin thought about it.

Team Leader Long can discuss getting me an armor that can cover my whole body.

Now I feel insecure like this.

The old man thought about it and wrote it down on paper.

Leng Qingsong followed closely.

I want 100 short crossbows and one crossbow box.

A bamboo tube with 300 poison needles.

Two micro-detonators.

A shield.

A space storage bag.

There are 50 doses of detoxification drugs left in the market.

By the way, I gave me a short knife, no requests.

The old man's pen sliding on the paper was almost wearing Feng Xuan.

At the same time, the old man fully realized how expensive the main combat power of this team is.

Before Leng Qing could speak, the old man hurriedly lifted his pen to stop him, and then a little more wind and rain came.

What do you think I'm doing? What do you want to buy?

Feng Yuyao thought about it seriously.

I want a large space storage belt.

Prepare 300 chicken legs and 50 dishes for me.

200 steamed buns, 50 plates of rice.

Fruits must not be missing.

Give me 1,000 apples.

Prepare 50 others.

Then prepare me a pair of shoes that can increase speed.

Nothing else is needed.

The old man roared in his heart when he was writing.

You foodie.

No matter how many kids don’t have combat power or fighting spirit, why don’t I give the garbage to them to fight with you?

Pangpang, who had been standing at the end, saw that all the big brothers and sisters in front had chosen, and hurriedly squeezed in.

But before Pangpang could speak, the old man could no longer wait and said hurriedly.

Little monster, do you want combat power and spirits?

I have several of them that are good.

Xu Zhulin, who was standing behind Pangpang, forced a smile and squeezed out.

Li Wuya even shouted at the pig.

The fat fat in front shook his head and scratched his head hard with his hands.

Dragon Clan leader, I don't want that.

It’s not that I don’t give you face, patriarch, you can listen to my explanation.

I have been doing so many things on me, so I don’t want to throw them away.

Now there is really no place to let go.

Besides, if anything else is fine, what do you want to fight spirits and combat power? Right?

The old man's eyes widened and the pen almost let him throw it out.

He laughed with the urge to slap this ant to death.

OK, now we are not short of us for you to keep.

Now you choose, what do you want us to give you?

Pangpang thought about it seriously, and finally took out a note from his pocket and read it.

An hour later, Pangpang put away his small notes, and the old man stood up with a stack of records in front of him.

It's gone, it's gone.

I am your team leader, I want to go back and prepare things for you, you can prepare for the battle.

I guess you will receive the task soon.

After saying that, he disappeared again.
To be continued...